Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Matchbook Trick

The last time i came here
I came down a fever
The next day it was
With the of ist arrival
When we all much younger
Were we really
In the really real world we

night i saw the sun rise
Over sleepy
on a bus
With the road from embrace
While everyone was
I noticed a
And saw the egg upon my

The last i remember
About waking up in
Was gagging on my
As it brushed across my
And removed a drunken
Paid his bar and bill
Gonna have to fuckin' him down

The is blinding
Where's the befuddled
The gentle
With his and wit
out in the crowd
With the cramped and the
Falls from your fingers to his
Falls from his fingers to hand

The old matchbook
Keeps the table wobble
under the short leg
Steadies the
Of the lopsided
Makes a solid to rest
Arms and upon